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Monday, December 4, 2017

When Buddy passed away I didn't write about it. It was somewhat surreal. Making sure he didn't suffer when I was beginning to think he might. I mixed up every Rx I had in the house to make a cocktail to help him sleep until the vet opened at 7:00. "Just don't hurt, baby." Holding him, rocking him...like a baby that didn't move. Talking with him and being completely present with him for his last night. I always dreaded the pain I knew Larry would feel when Buddy left us. They were so close. But, Larry left first so that was a mute point, and my sadness was secondary to my job to help Buddy "leave".

I painted this pet portrait of Buddy years before and I'm so glad I have it to remember him.

But today it is all about this cat. I don't love him. I don't even know him, but he has made his way onto my canvas. I was drawn to these eyes and I wanted to preserve them. My first cat portrait and maybe my last. Hope you like him. He is in Oils, 11x14.